That’s when his lips crash down on mine. When they steal my breath and demolish my resolve. His tongue invades my mouth, demanding and dominant, powerful and full of force. So goddamn passionate a gasp escapes me, forcing its way into his mouth, and burying itself deep inside of him.
So deep he’ll never be able to extract it, no matter how hard he tries.
That’s right, Gus. I’m inside you now. A permanent indentation.
It’s the exact same place I want him to find himself inside of me. A dark cavernous well of truth and lies. Of heartbreak and renaissance.
My leg hikes up his thigh, my body grinding, my hands greedy as I rake over the strands of his soaked hair. Flickers of rain spring off the short spikes, hitting every which way as I find the nape of his neck, holding him close.
I can’t remember a time I felt this wild. This…alive.
Without hesitation, he lifts me off my feet, spinning me around, and walking me back toward my house. We don’t get far before he presses me into the glass wall, rain hitting his back with a vengeance. My feet meet the floor and I lean deeper into him.
His hands grasp my face, drawing it until our eyes lock, dark and lust-drunk. He roughly scrapes the pads of his calloused thumbs along my skin, brushing my bottom lip as his eyes track the motion. My tongue licks at him, taking one of his thumbs into my mouth and sucking on it before he pries it free.
“Naomi,” he whispers raggedly before his mouth descends to mine in a punishing kiss, licking at the seam of my lips and thrusting inside the second I open for him. I can feel him doing it. Tearing down my walls the way he said he would.
…And I’m scared. Petrified out of my mind.
It never felt like this before.
Florian was an easement. A natural progression. An automatic.
This is fire in my bones. An electricity lighting up my soul. A gnawing, uncontained ache.
All the parts of me Florian never reached; Gus owns.
My soaked blouse hits the patio floor with a wet slap. My bra ripped from my skin. And in return, my fingers scratch at his shirt, feral and angry, urgent and unapologetic. It finds its way near my discarded blouse, and I press my bare chest against his, humming out a harsh expletive when I capture his heat against the cold rain.
Growling into me, he yanks at my hair and jaw until I have no choice but to stare up into his eyes once more. Own me. I dare you. Is what his say to me.
“This is it, you know. If we do this, there is no going back. You’ll date a musician—me. Because I’m certainly no longer in love with my ex.”
My breathing intensifies as his lips hover over mine, so close my tongue slips out, licking at them. He’s waiting for an answer, and I only have one I can give him.
My fingers drag through his wet hair, over his face and along his jaw, memorizing his every perfect feature. He has a small scar on the side of his jaw, thin and slightly raised. I press up on my toes and kiss it. A soft hum emanates from the back of his throat.
“If I go down, you’re coming with me.”
He nods into my hands and I arch up, kissing him. He sighs into my mouth as our tongues tangle. “I couldn’t stay away,” he murmurs into me. “From the second I saw you, I couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. Just you, you, you.” His fingers caress along my arms until he’s taken my hands, moving them from his face, and draping them behind his neck. “Hold on to me.” Then he lifts me up again, carrying me into the house as more lightning illuminates the black sky.
Desire swirls in his charcoal eyes as I rub against him, the sweetest of friction in just the right spot sending pulses of pleasure skyrocketing through my body. “You pushed me away,” I gasp into his mouth in between scorching kisses. He stumbles through the sliding patio door, bumping into the couch and cursing under his breath.
“I was so fucking angry.” He tugs at my shorts, shifting them to the side and roughly palming my ass. “If you need me to slow down, tell me now,” he rasps, nibbling on my bottom lip and clutching me in a bruising grip. He stops suddenly and it’s only then that I find we’re at the foot of my stairs.
The choice is mine.
I draw back, meeting his eyes, and it’s in this moment that I realize he’s trembling. And instinctively I know it’s not from the cold rain on his hot flesh. “You’re shaking.”
He grins. “I’m scared. I’ve never…it hasn’t meant anything in a very long time and even then… I was just a kid the last time being with a woman meant a damn. But with you, Naomi, it means everything. So, tell me, do I need to slow down?”
I lean in and whisper into his ear, “Make tonight one of my favorites, Gus.”
“Fuck, Naomi,” he groans, his mouth reclaiming mine in a fevered kiss that ignites my blood, burns my skin, and detonates my soul. “This is crazy,” he hisses when I nibble on his ear and I laugh. Because it is. It’s so soon—only a couple of weeks. But I feel it too. Every inch of it, I’m right there with him.
He carries us up the stairs, stumbling around in the dark since I have no lights on up here. “That way,” I direct when he gets lost. He leads me into my bedroom, but instead of taking me to the bed, he walks me over to the wall of glass that lines the top floor balcony. Rain slams against the glass at my back, thunder and lightning our symphony, matching the tangible heat and lust that’s blazing between us.
“I want to hear what you sound like when I make you come. I want my name on your lips when you do. So bad, my beautiful girl. So bad I can’t stand it a second longer. Only me. From now on, it’s only me who gets to hear it. Who gets to feel it. Who gets to touch you.”
He pushes me up the glass, kissing at my breasts, licking and nipping at my hard, strained nipples. They bunch up at his touch and I moan out nonsensical words, needing so much more. Needing him to take control, to own every inch of my body that has been deprived of touch for so goddamn long.
His face pulls back, watching me from inches away as his fingers dip in under my shorts, rubbing through my slick folds. My breath hitches, a soft moan escaping my lips as he slowly slides one finger inside of me. Testing me.
“More.”
He grins, adding a second finger, slipping in out and out of me. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it with deliberately gentle strokes that render me a needy, breathless mess.
I arch into him, demanding more, and a smile spreads across his flushed face. “Christ, Naomi. Could you be any more beautiful?”
His face drops into the crook of my neck, licking and sucking on my wet skin and my eyes close, my head falling back against the glass. I succumb as every pleasure sensor in my body teeters on the cusp of detonation.
“I feel like I’ve wanted you forever, and it’s only been a couple of weeks. How? How did I go so long without you?”
Jesus. “Gus,” I hiss as his fingers begin to work me harder. Thrust deeper. Circle faster.
“Yes, baby,” he growls. “Yes. Say it again. Who is touching you? Who is making you so fucking wet? Who is making you feel so fucking good?”
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Gus.”
Tingles shoot up my spine in an explosion that consumes my entire body until I’m gasping for my life, clutching at his shoulders, and falling forward onto him, rocking against his hand as he doesn’t stop or slow.